She who kept on writing,
either prose or poems.
She kept all the words that her heart bleeds,
And let it compose a beautiful speech,
A wonderful craft she didn't intended that would touch others heart,
A new series of overflowing thoughts she cannot freely pass.
They didn't saw through her facade,
It was like she was jolly or serious when mad,
She mainly uses English as her medium,
And made herself fly freely and leave the gloom.
She wanted piercings but can't take jewelries that are fake,
She wanted to get inked but student council's position of her will be at stake,
She wanted to be out of the honor roll,
But cannot disappoint her parents most of all.
So she just let her thoughts submerge her,
And when she wanted to breathe she writes it all and bleed,
What she wants needs to be consulted first,
She cannot do things abruptly without their "yes".
She who loves coffee and rain,
She who cannot tolerate much cold, and physical pain,
She whom we thought was stone hearted,
She was actually waiting for someone to make her smile again.
But things are not what we wanted to be,
We have pasts that we never wanted to break free,
We all have burdens in life we cannot tell anyone,
So just respect if her trust isn't that solid one.
She writes what she thought is the best,
She speaks after listening and giving considerations,
She who gets frustrated when the things she wanted doesn't fall into it's place,
She who never care about failing some of her grades.
She who writes behind those narratives,
What we see maybe some of her sides stories,
So before judging and thinking bad at her,
Let yourself answer this question first,
"How much do you know about her?"
